The Retrieval Of

Kenna Shane Spencer

Black Ops

(Davos, Switzerland)

The blond woman sat in silence like she always did. He knew she was working out a plan in her head. Maybe it was the way to leave or maybe it was a way to kill him but either way she was not thinking kind thoughts about him. He looked at her. She wasn't the classic beauty that most men would go for. She was strong and smart and more woman than most men could handle. He knew she had skills learned from the most cunning of thieves, hackers, grifters and most of all the skills of one of the best hitter's in the free world.

"You have three days to plan the next job." He said to her. She looked up. Her brown eyes void of any feeling.

"I'll have the plans to you by tomorrow." She ground out.

"Your cutting it a little close don't you think?" He shook his head.

"I've done everything you asked of me Damien. I haven't run I haven't tried to kill you. You keep your promise and I'll keep mine."

"I never really saw Spencer's attraction to you till now. You have a fire." McKenna Shane Spencer stood.

"You haven't seen anything yet." Storming out of the room Damien Moreau knew how to push her buttons. He always did. "I'm going up to my room." She said over her shoulder.

"Dinner's in an hour." He said smiling. The woman was sassy. He liked sassy. Standing up Moreau went to the window. It was cold here. He hated the cold. Soon he would have enough money to start his business again and he would find Nate Ford and his precious team and kill them all.

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"We will get home." Kenna looked at the child asleep in the small cradle. "I am so sorry Chance." Tears formed in her eyes and she didn't stop them. "I miss them so much." She had been nearly three months pregnant when Moreau had taken her. Eliot hadn't known. Hell she had barely had time to let it sink in. The night of the party was the first time it dawned on her that she might be pregnant again. They had been so careful. Like her pregnancy with Faith, she hadn't missed a period. She had butterflies all evening and when she went to get in the dress Sophie had found for her it fit more snuggly in the bust than it had a few weeks earlier.

"Miss." A young woman came up to her. Kenna wiped her eyes. "Mr. Moreau said dinner is ready."

"Tell him I'll be down when I'm done feeding my son." Kenna picked up the baby and undid her top. Memories flooded back to her.

(Flashback)

"She's so tiny." Eliot lay next to her and watched as she fed Faith for the first time.

"She has your chin." Kenna smiled. He stroked the little girl's hair.

"Thank you Kenna. You've given me something so precious, I can't tell you what it means." He watched as his daughter eagerly ate her first meal. Kenna watched him. The love in his eyes so apparent.

"I love you Eliot." The tears started to fall. He looked at her.

"I love you too Kenna Shane…and you Faith Valentine." He kissed the baby's head and her mother's cheek. Kenna knew that this day was going to be filed in one of the best she ever had.

(Present)

"We will get back to them Chance Nathan Spencer. I promise." Kenna kissed the cap of dark hair on her sons head. "Soon your gonna meet your daddy and your big sister. If it's the last thing I do." She finished feeding the baby, burped him and laid him back in his crib. Standing up she fixed her shirt and walked to the door where a young woman was seated. "Take good care of him Maria."

"Yes ma'am." The younger woman stood and went to sit with the boy. Kenna walked down the hall and down the steps, taking her time she headed toward the dining room where Moreau and his men were seated for dinner.

"Gentlemen. Damien." They stood as she got to the table. Kenna took her napkin and sat. The men returned to their seats.

"How's young Chance?" Damien looked at Kenna from across the table.

"Fine. Thank you for asking." She had asked him after Chance had been born to let her deliver the boy to his father back in the states but Moreau knew that he would lose his edge if he let Kenna go to Boston and she wouldn't trust her son to any of his men. So he hired a nanny and the boy came with them when they traveled. Dinner was served and the men talked amongst themselves and Damien watched Kenna. Something was different about her tonight. She almost looked…helpless. She hadn't been sleeping much, he knew that much. Between the baby and the deadlines there weren't enough hours in the day. He also knew that she had been crying. He could tell by the red rimmed eyes.

"Maybe you and Chance to take a shopping trip into town in the morning. You could use some time to yourself and I'm sure Phillip wouldn't mind driving you. Right, Phillip?" Moreau looked at the man next to him.

"Yes, I have some errands to run myself." The young man looked like a GQ model and carried more weapons than most armies and knew how to use them.

"I'll see how Chance is feeling. He's been a little fussy."

"I think it would do you both some good." The older man looked at Kenna. "The sun would do you some good."

"You know what would do me a world of good Damien? Let me go home with my son."

"Your husband took my fortune. Until you've found ways to return it, you belong to me." Kenna knew Moreau was more than dangerous but she had dealt with men like him in the past and before this was all over she would make sure the man never harmed anyone again.

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The next morning dawned bright and clear. Kenna dressed in jeans and a sweater headed to the coffee pot in the kitchen. Phillip was waiting for her. Out of all of Damien's men, Phillip was by far the only man who had a conscious.

"Good morning." She said to him as she poured her coffee.

"Morning." He watched her like he always did. It amazed him how she moved so gracefully. "Is Chance up to going shopping this morning?" Kenna sat next to him at the counter.

"I think Damien's right. We need to get out." Philip pushed an envelope across the space between them. Kenna reached for it. Opening it the air left her lugs and tears that she had held back for months rolled down her cheek. Pictures of Faith and Eliot with a big orange hippo cake in front of her. "Oh God Philip. Thank you." She looked at the younger man then back at the picture. Eliot was smiling but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Faith's brown curls were longer than they had been when she left. In the background she could see Parker, tears in her eyes.

"They miss you more than anything."

"I need to get back to them Philip." He looked at her.

"I won't let him break his promise to you Kenna."

"One call and they could find me."

"One call and he'll kill them all, Chance included." She put the picture back in the envelope and passed it back to him. She knew if she got caught with it she would surely be dead. "Get ready and we'll go into town."

"Thank you." Kenna took her coffee and headed upstairs to get ready.

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(Boston, Massachusetts)

"Daddy can I have skedios for lunch." The little girl crawled up on Eliot's lap.

"I thought we had this talk Faith."

"Theys good for me. You can even put ocoli in thems."

"You want me to put broccoli in your spaghetti-o's. I can live with that." He smiled.

"When's Amy comin' home. She said her and Hunter was gonna' bring me presents."

"In a few days." Their nanny had met a really nice guy and they had gone skiing in Aspen for Valentine's Day. He thanked God every day the girl had come home with them from Texas three years ago. She had been so good with Faith when Kenna went missing. Eliot took off his glasses and put them on the table. "You're hungry now?"

"Yep." She smiled and touched his cheek. "You shaved."

"Just for you darlin'." He lifted her up and stood, flying her to the kitchen. His phone rang just as he was landing his daughter on the bar stool. "Hang tight sweet pea." Eliot took the phone out of his pocket. "Yeah."

"Have you checked the crime rate in Europe lately?" The voice echoed in Eliot's ear.

"Who is this?"

"Find the connection, find your wife." The phone went silent. Eliot looked at his daughter sitting patiently waiting for her lunch. He grabbed a can of spaghetti-o's out of the cupboard and a bag of broccoli from the freezer.

"Come on Faith, we need to go to Uncle Nate's." He scooped up the little girl and headed out the door.

"I thoughts you were makin' me lunch."

"I will honey, downstairs." He headed straight for the stairs and was down in Nate's apartment in less than a minute. "Bring up all the high end bank jobs and heist in Europe within the last six months." Eliot barked at Hardison.

"Good afternoon to you to."

"Just do it Hardison." He growled. "Parker can you heat these up for Faith?" He handed the little girl and her lunch to her favorite aunt.

"You got it." She looked him in the eye. "You okay?"

"I think I just might be." He touched Faith's hair. Turning back to Hardison there was at least a hundred high end bank jobs, museum heists and jewelry store robberies in Europe. "How didn't I see this?"

"See what?" Nate and Sophie walked into the room.

"The crime stats in and around Europe have nearly doubled since Moreau escaped from San Lorenzo last summer. He's stealing back his fortune."

"Eliot, what are talking about?" Sophie looked at the screen. "Europe is the home of the con. Things disappear all the time."

"Not like this." He looked at the map. "Can you pull up the reports and the camera footage from the last robbery to date?" Eliot looked at Hardison. "Please." Hardison tapped a few keys and a bank robbery in Belgium came up.

"First Federal Bank was robbed a week ago in Augsburg, Belgium. It's a pretty sizable town about a hundred miles for Munchen. The heist netted about a sixty million in cash and untraceable assets. " Hardison pulled up the footage. Eliot stood in front of the screen and watched it.

"Stop. Right there." He took a step closer. "It's her."

"Who?" Nate stood next to his hitter.

"Kenna." Eliot hissed through clenched teeth. "The bastards making her steal for him."

"Who?" Sophie came up on the other side of him.

"Moreau."

"Eliot, that picture is grainy at best. How can you tell its Kenna?" Nate squinted to try and see it.

"Nate I know my own wife." Eliot took a deep breath. "I need to go find her."

"Eliot, you can't go traipsing all over Europe in hopes to stumble into Moreau and find Kenna. How did you know where to look?" Sophie put a hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off.

"I got a call."

"A call?" Nate questioned.

"Yeah, it was all scrambled but I'm pretty sure it was a man. He told me to check out the crime rate in Europe and then to find the connection and I would find Kenna."

"Eliot…" Sophie looked at him.

"No Sophie. The NTSB found no traces Kenna was on that plane."

"You saw them take her into the plane."

"I saw them take a woman who looked like Kenna into that plane. They couldn't find one single thing that could prove she was there. They went through the whole wreckage." The anger was boiling in his veins.

"Okay, let's say she wasn't and Moreau has her." Nate walked in front of the screens and looked at the woman in the frame. "Why?"

"If you can't have Eliot Spencer as your hitter…who better than his wife." Hardison said. "I looked up about a half a dozen of the last jobs." Hardison put up the pictures. "No facial recognition but if you're saying that that woman is Kenna then the same woman showed up in all six of the heists." Nate looked thoughtfully at the screens. Eliot Spencer was the best. He didn't make mistakes.

"She also has skills Eliot doesn't have." Parker said from the kitchen. "The last three years we've been teaching her all our skills. She's a mastermind, hacker, grifter, thief and hitter all rolled up into one." She looked down at the little girl trying to eat her spaghetti-o's around her broccoli.

"He's using her to get to me. When he's done with her he'll be coming after me." Eliot looked at the screen. "We need to figure out where they're gonna hit next." He looked at Nate. "Give me a few days and I can call in a few favors. Hardison, you know as well as I do how Kenna thinks. Find that next job."

"Are you sure about this Eliot?" Nate trusted Eliot to do the right thing. For them and for his daughter. Going after Moreau was dangerous once but a second time they might not come out unscathed like the last time.

"Tell me if it wasn't Sophie you wouldn't do anything you could to find her." Nate couldn't deny Eliot. For more than six years the man had protected him and the team from harm and never asked for anything in return. Kenna was family. His family.

"We do this by the numbers Eliot. Take every precaution. I don't want Faith loosing another parent because of shitty intel." Eliot nodded. He still had more connections than he would ever admit and he planned on calling in any markers he might have left out there.

"Amy comes home on Saturday. I don't want to leave Faith without protection."

"So we have two days to gather what we can." Nate looked at Hardison, Sophie and Parker. "I guess I should ask if you're all in."

"Kenna would do anything for us." Parker looked at Faith. "We need her back."

"You don't have to ask me twice." Hardison answered.

"Just tell us what you need." Sophie smiled. Eliot looked at his friends.

"Thank you." He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and threw it to Hardison.

"See if you can track down where that call came from."

"You got it." He went to work. Eliot went to his daughter.

"Eat your broccoli Faith." She looked up at him and smiled.

"Yeah, I wills daddy." He ruffled her hair.

"I gotta run upstairs to find a few numbers."

"We'll take care of things down here." Eliot headed upstairs. Sophie and Parker took Faith to play in the spare bedroom.

"Nate…" Hardison motioned him over. "I ran through those pictures again. I compared the picture Eliot said was Kenna to all the robbery and burglary footage." He pulled up fourteen pictures.

"All these in six and half mouths?"

"Yeah. Check out the diamond exchange robbery in Porte Prince." Hardison blew up the picture on the screen. It wasn't quite the back shot like all the others; the woman was turned slightly to the side.

"When was this taken?" Nate stood in front of the screen.

"A little over eight weeks ago." Hardison went and stood next to him. "I do detect a baby bump."

"Do not show Eliot this. His already on edge and if…if Kenna was pregnant when she left, she hadn't told Eliot yet. This will kill him."

"Do you think…I mean…Moreau doesn't have a soul?"

"I think Kenna bartered with a whole lot of lives to do what she's doing."

"He threatened us?"

"Eliot and Faith, us, her unborn baby." Nate looked at his hacker. "Get all the information you can on any high end art or gems on display. He's been hitting the big scores. If all fourteen of those jobs started with Moreau and he's taking all he can with the least amount of effort."

"He made me sick four years ago and the feeling hasn't changed."

"This time I let Eliot beat the bastard to death." Nate turned and headed to call in his own favors.

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"So you and Eliot, were what? " Kenna sat across from Philip at a small coffee shop in Davos.

"Ally's as much as any two men can be in this line of work."

"Why do you work for him, knowing the kind of man Damien is?"

"Do you know what kind of man I am Kenna?"

"You're the kind of man who brings a desperate woman hope that she might see her family again." Kenna looked down at Chance, sleeping in his stroller.

"You will see that I'm not the kind of man you should turn your back to."

"There is good in everyone Philip. " Kenna looked at the younger man. "I know what Eliot's done and I know what he is capable of and you do know that Damien will not get away with this."

"And he doesn't pay me enough to protect him from a man like Eliot Spencer." Philip took a drink of his coffee. Kenna smiled. When Eliot came for her Philip wouldn't stop him, hell she knew if he would even help, given the chance. She hoped Eliot would find her before time ran out. Chance needed to know his father. She needed Eliot. The ache she felt for the last seven months was becoming unbearable.

"I think we better get back. Damien will send the wolves after us." Kenna stood. Philip took her bags and they headed back to the prison Kenna called home.